My Colleague Sent Me a Photo of My Fiancé Chilling with His Ex in a Spa Resort — My Revenge Was Harsh

It was last Saturday afternoon, and I was lounging on my couch, half paying attention to some reality TV show while scrolling through Instagram. The show droned on in the background, some drama about a couple fighting over wedding plans. Oh, the irony.

“I can’t believe you want a chocolate fountain at our wedding!” the bride-to-be on the screen shrieked.

I chuckled to myself, thinking, “At least Mark and I don’t have these silly arguments.”

Out of nowhere, my phone buzzed. I glanced down and saw a message from Claire, this quiet colleague from work. We’re not close, but she’s one of those sweet, overly polite types.

The message said:

“Hey Cathy, I hope I’m not overstepping, but isn’t this your fiancé? I think I remember him from our company Christmas party.”

I stared at the photo attached. For five whole minutes, my brain just… short-circuited. Because, yep, there he was, my “loving” fiancé, Mark, sitting poolside at some fancy spa resort, looking relaxed as hell.

But it wasn’t just him. No, that would’ve been too easy.

Next to him, sipping on what looked like a tropical drink, was his ex, Amanda. She was in a bikini, with sunglasses perched on her eyes like she didn’t have a care in the world.

All the while I was home thinking Mark was out of town visiting his mom. Seriously??

I’ll admit, my first reaction wasn’t tears or throwing my phone at the wall. It was pure, burning, astronomical rage. But the thing about me? I don’t scream. I don’t throw tantrums. I get smart. REAL SMART.

I didn’t text him. I didn’t call. I waited, knowing he was supposed to come home that Monday. And when he finally walked through the door, looking all innocent and tired, I was ready.

He set his bag down, gave me this big, cheesy grin, and said, “Hey, babe! Missed you. How was your weekend?”

“Oh, you know,” I replied, playing it cool. “Not as relaxing as yours, I bet.”

His face did this quick twitch, but he didn’t catch on right away. He came over, kissed my cheek, and said, “What do you mean?”

I smiled. This was the moment. “Claire sent me a photo. Said she wasn’t sure, but it looked like you at a spa resort. Wanna see?”

I pulled out my phone and showed him the photo. His eyes widened, and it looked like his soul practically left his body.

“Wait, what? I-I can explain, Cathy, it’s not… I swear, it’s not what it looks like. Amanda… she just… it was just a coincidence—”

“Oh really?” I asked, tilting my head. “So, you’re telling me that while I was here thinking you were visiting your mama, you were actually out getting cozy with your ex?”

He panicked, stumbling over his words. “No, no, it’s not like that. I can explain. It was a mistake, okay? A huge mistake. I’m sorry! I swear, it’ll never happen again. I can change!”

There it was. The classic line. The one cheaters always use when they’re caught with their pants down.

I put on my best understanding face and said, “Okay. Let’s say I give you another chance. You’ll need to prove it.”

His eyes lit up like he was actually going to get away with this. “Anything, Cathy, I’ll do anything!”

“Great! You can start by coming on a hike with me tomorrow. You know how much I love hiking.”

Now, a little background here. Mark? He’s more of a burger-and-couch guy than a nature-and-hiking kind of guy. The man breaks a sweat walking to the fridge. But he didn’t hesitate.

“Absolutely. I’m in.”

“Really? You hate hiking.”

He shook his head vigorously. “No, no, I love it. I’ve just… been busy. But I’m totally up for it. What time do we leave?”

“Early. Be ready at 5 a.m.”

His face fell slightly, but he quickly recovered. “5 a.m. it is. I’ll set my alarm.”

The next morning, I took him to the most grueling, steep trail I could find.

We started early, and from the first ten minutes, it was obvious this was going to be hell for Mark. He was panting, sweating, and already asking, “How much longer?”

“Oh, just a bit more,” I kept saying, my voice sweet as honey.

By the two-hour mark, he was begging for breaks. His face was beet red, and he kept clutching his knees like an old man. But I just smiled. We had a LOOONG way to go, Mark honey!

“Cathy,” he gasped, “can we… can we take a break? Just for a minute?”

I looked at him, pretending to consider it with a frown. “Not again! We’ve barely started. Remember when you said you LOVED hiking? Come on, the view at the top will be WORTH it!”

He nodded weakly, clearly regretting his life choices. “Right… right. Let’s keep going.”

As we climbed higher, the trail got steeper and more challenging. Mark was practically crawling at some points.

“Cathy,” he wheezed, “I think I’m dying.”

I patted his back, perhaps a bit too hard. “Don’t be dramatic, sweetie. It’s just a little exercise. Didn’t you say you’ve been working out?”

He looked at me, confusion evident on his sweaty face. “What? I never said that.”

“Oh! Must have been someone else then. My mistake.”

When we finally reached the top after EIGHT exhausting hours, he collapsed onto a rock, drained his water bottle, and gave me this hopeful look.

“I did it! See? I told you I’d prove I can change.”

I knelt down beside him, kissed his sweaty cheek, and smiled.

“WE’RE OFFICIALLY OVER, BABY!”

His face went from pure exhaustion to pure shock. “Wait — WHAAAT?”

“You heard me,” I said, standing up. “I’m done. I’m not marrying you. I wanted to see how far you’d go to save your butt, and now I know. I hope Amanda’s worth it.”

He scrambled to his feet, still panting. “Wait, Cathy, come on. You’re not serious. I just hiked this whole mountain with you! You can’t just LEAVE me here!”

“Oh, I can,” I said, already slinging my backpack over my shoulder. “And I will.”

And then I turned and started jogging down the trail. He yelled after me, but I didn’t stop.

“Wait, Cathy, wait! You’re gonna have to wait for me at the car!”

Without turning back, I called over my shoulder, “I’ll leave the keys for you, don’t worry.”

Here’s the thing: I didn’t leave the keys! I drove the car home, leaving Mark stranded at the top of that mountain with NO phone signal and NOTHING but his own two feet to get down.

By the time he stumbled into the parking lot at our apartment later that night, I’d already packed up all his stuff and left it on the porch with a note:

“Thanks for the hike! Enjoy your new single life. Hope Amanda enjoys your sweaty company.

P.S. I changed the locks. If you even think about knocking on this door, my new pet Rottweiler might want to have a chat with you! ;)”

Apparently, he had to call his ex to come pick him up. Guess she was good for something after all!

As for me? I’m still processing everything. It’s funny how quickly life can turn upside down with just one photo. But honestly? I think I dodged a bullet.

The next day, my phone was flooded with messages and missed calls from Mark. I ignored most of them, but one voicemail caught my attention:

“Cathy, please. Can we talk about this? I know I messed up, but I love you. It was a mistake, I swear. Call me back, please?”

I deleted the message without a second thought. Then, I poured myself a glass of wine and started browsing travel websites. Maybe a solo trip to Europe was just what I needed.

Would I have done anything differently? Maybe I could have staged a ‘bear attack’ and then filmed his terrified reaction for a viral video. Or maybe I could’ve told him there was a snake on the trail and watched him try to run for the first time in years. Now that would’ve been YouTube gold!

And who knows? Maybe one day, years from now, I’ll look back on this and laugh. But for now, I’m focusing on me. New apartment, new hobbies, new life. And definitely no more cheating fiancés.

So, ladies, what would you have done? Would you forgive a cheating partner or seek revenge? Hit me with your comments!

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